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I’ll see you on the morrow
as sun bright-winking through the trees,
the smile in the glazing on the pew
where stain’glass-guided beams
alight for moments passing.

I’ll feel you in the whisper
of the breeze on summer’s days,
or the glance of something distant
through autumn’s misty haze
in the sunlight dancing.

For you are in the sun for me
your warmth and gentle glow
and ever with me on the path
wherever I may go.
And we will smile together
though for a while apart
for you are more than memory
you are in my heart.

And I’ll see you on the morrow
when we join hands again
in that land of constant singing
free of shackle, free of pain.
I’ll see you on the morrow
in the chorus by the throne;
loved and lovely, praising,
the King that we have known.

Lately I’ve been thinking
In the quiet dark of night
What will come tomorrow
When the years begin to biteAnd silently and steadily
no matter how I try
I find the tears are running free
When I think of what might be
When the kisses all run dry

When without permission
We begin to forget
The years of fun and laughter
And the moments of regret.

When we forget to say ‘I love you’
As we turn out the light
And the days we’ve spent together
Meet the shadows of the night.

And then again in morning
We begin with an embrace
And find that our tomorrows
Still have dreams to chase.But silently and steadily
no matter how I try
I find the tears are running free
When I think of what might be
And it’s tears of joy I cry

Grace calls my name
my name scratched in nail
upon His hand
my life – a page in a holy book.
A path in a mist
to a light shrouded in mystery
which faith reveals
but sight cannot fathom.
Grace calls my name
in a voice I hear
but cannot see
yet its touch
is holy reality.

As long as God does not have the years,
as long as spirits play their games,
as long as we are tied by fears
then Satan stokes the fiery flames.
But come the morrow,
come the day,
come the new layed year
come discov’ry of the way
new change of path,
change of gear.
Come all old and faithful,
come thankful, grateful,
come failer, come successful
celebrate and cheer.
New day greets our feeble senses
new year begins its mile
and while we toy with our tenses
is, and was, and will be, smile.